“Tom Petty concert 2m night! Going with dudes, more of a ‘take ya girl’ kinda concert! Wish she was here now! :(“
An innocent bystander would read this message and have no idea that Rowland-Smith just suffered his seventh loss on the season, dropping his overall record to 1-7. Nor would they realize that Rowland-Smith’s ERA had ballooned by another twenty decimal points, from a rotund 5.98 entering Friday evening to a morbidly obese 6.18 by night’s end.
In spite of yet another crappy outing, The Hyphen apparently felt no remorse for taking home a paycheck he has barely earned this year. At the same time, he had the urge to let the world know that he didn’t really give a damn about his latest underwhelming performance.
Understandably, major leaguers unwind after ballgames in different ways. Within the context of a 162-game season, one cannot expect every defeat to hurt these players, just as one cannot expect players to take solace in every victory.
But come on. This reaction (or non-reaction) to a season gone horribly awry is almost comical. You’re really going to sit here and tell us that you’re headed to a concert right now, Ryan? After that weak-ass outing you just served up?
And really, it’s not even about the concert. You want to go to a concert, fine. I’d probably do the same thing if afforded the luxuries you’ve been afforded.
But that doesn’t mean you go and tell us all about it. F***. You must be born stupid. At least shut up for a few hours and pretend that this loss bugs you as much as it bugs us. Especially after the string of mediocrity you’ve crapped out over the past three months.
I’m pretty sure I take my rec league basketball losses harder than you take your piss-poor pitching performances. And I actually pay to play my sport. Unbelievably, someone in this world sees potential in you as a baseball player and is paying you a hefty ransom to live up to that potential, which you’ve never done. And rather than act like you care about your ineptitude, you slap everyone across the face by not giving a sh*t. What a joke.
There are thousands of fans who pay lots of money to watch you and your teammates play. We realize that sometimes you will win and sometimes you will lose. We just hope that when you win, you enjoy it as much as we do. And likewise, when you lose, we hope you lament the way we do.
Like I said, you can do whatever the f*** you want after your losses. I don’t really care. I just don’t want to hear about it. And I’d imagine that most other Mariners fans feel the same way.
I’m sick of people defending your ass. You spend more time on Twitter than you do worried about your career. Get your sh*t together. You’re a middle-of-the-road soon-to-be-journeyman if you keep this up. You haven’t done sh*t up to this point and you’re not destined to do sh*t from here on out. You don’t throw hard enough to attract many suitors down the line, and you’re wildly inconsistent. There are 18-year-olds who could outpitch you at this point in your career and yet you’re a supposed talent. Talent, my ass. If that’s talent then Clay Aiken ought to be a Grammy winner by now.
And stop using the “I’m a laid-back Aussie” excuse every time you f*** up. You don’t like negativity because you’re an Aussie. You have no worries because you’re an Aussie. I’m sick of that sh*t. I don’t care if you’re from Australia, Antarctica, or Atlanta. If you’re getting paid to play a sport and you don’t give a damn about how you perform, then don’t play. Stop disrespecting the game. Stop disrespecting the fans. Stop disrespecting the jersey you put on each day.
Look Hyphen, if you want respect, you have to respect others. Your endless stream of Tweets, your miserable outings, your relative apathy towards the game, they all add up to one big disrespectful pile of crap laid before the feet of the fan base. I can’t respect that. I don’t expect other Mariners fans to respect that. And I certainly hope you’re not okay with that. I hope you read this and get pissed off. And I hope you turn your career around tomorrow. And I hope you prove me wrong. I’d love to be proven wrong in this instance.
But until you can go out and show us that you’re taking this sh*t seriously, expect more of this. Expect more fans to come out of the woodwork and decry your lazy effort. Expect more fans to spew negativity at you. Expect more fans to be disgusted by you. To be embarrassed by you. To be angry with you.
Because right now you’re nothing more than a bad joke.
Enjoy your f***ing concert.